Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.